baby fangs ❥ m.l | ✔

two

Humming along to the music playing from your phone, you touched up your work makeup to make it a little more 'nighttime' and swapped out your studs for some more flashy going-out dangly earrings. You'd already changed into a much less corporate outfit for your night out with your friends that you had planned and were just putting the finishing touches on before you had to leave in a few minutes. You'd just finished up with your hair and makeup when you swore you heard a knock at your front door. Pausing your music to stick your head out of your bathroom, you listened more carefully. Yeah, there were definitely footsteps at your front door, and it didn't sound like a delivery person dropping a package off and leaving. In fact, it sounded like someone pacing nervously. A very familiar shuffle, if you weren't mistaken.

Already bemused, you took long strides through your apartment to get to your front door, deftly unlocking it. And sure enough, when you so confidently swung it open without peeking through the peephole first, your instincts had of course been right. Mark Lee was standing on the other side, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot. His gaze immediately snapped up to you, and you barely contained your amusement at how his jaw literally dropped when he took in what you were wearing.

"Hello, Mark," you greeted him, once more leaning against your doorway. It had been a few weeks since you'd last seen him, and you could only guess why he was knocking on your door again.

You could see him blink himself out of a trance, running a hand through his hair, knocking the hood of his forest green hoodie off his head in the process. "Hi, Y/N. How-How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you. How about you?"

"Good! I'm good."

"So... What brings you to my doorstep again? You know where the boys' key is." You pointed to the welcome mat underneath his sneakers.

"Oh, Chenle and Jisung aren't even home right now," he said off-handedly. "I didn't come to see them."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I uhm, I wanted to ask you something."

"Mark..." You said his name calmly, but with a hint of warning. Truly, this was your fault. You'd been having too much fun and let this get out of hand, and now you were going to have to let this sweet boy down easy before he started something he couldn't finish. And you'd had such a good relationship with your neighbors so far, too. Maybe he'd be too embarrassed to tell them. One could only hope.

Mark's ears were getting redder by the second. "Sorry, I know you're probably too busy but— Could you maybe help me with my abilities?"

Well, that certainly wasn't what you were expecting. Shoving away the strange twinge of disappointment in your chest, you reminded him, "I'm not a basilisk. I'm not even reptile adjacent at all. Sphinxes are part-lion, part-eagle."

"I know, I just thought that, you know, sphinxes develop your powers later, right? You're not born with them."

"Right..."

"Basilisks too. I just thought that, I don't know, maybe you'd be able to at least give me some advice?" He immediately shook his head at himself. "I'm sorry, you don't even know me, I'll just—"

"Hold on, Mark." You went to stop him from leaving entirely. While you weren't fully convinced, this at least wasn't a conversation to be having on your doorstep. You had better manners than to leave the poor boy on your doormat. You stepped back from your door, opening it wider. "Here, come in."

"O-Okay." He obliged, walking into your apartment. "Thank you." He stood awkwardly just a couple steps past the front door, looking around your living room hesitantly.